her not to quit after a difficult year.
A manager told me one conversation changed his career.
A widow told me I had anonymously covered expenses after her husband’s death.
Story after story.
Person after person.
Impact after impact.
Roy sat alone.
Ignored.
Invisible.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
Because invisibility had always been his weapon.
Tonight it became his punishment.
An hour later he finally approached me.
The ballroom had mostly returned to normal.
Music played.
People laughed.
Life moved forward.
He stopped beside me.
For several seconds
